It must be tattooed on my forehead.
Today I received a phone call at work.
"Sherry, remember me? My name is Mary and you rescued an Eagle at our house two years ago."
"Yes, of course Mary I remember you. How are you?"
"Well, not so good. We found our neighbor dead in his house the other day. He had five ducks that we don't know what to do with that were his dear pets...he raised them as ducklings in his house."
"Ummm...are they Mallards?" (She called me at work so I thought MAYBE this was work related)
"No, they are white ducks".
"Let me call Will...."
Three Pekins and two Indian Runner Ducks. Males? Females? They make softly quacking noises and some have curly tails. We'll figure this out as we go I guess....
(the "internet" says vent sexing is only for experts, and I have to admit that most of the wild ducks I have vent sexed were dead...so maybe I'm not really an expert?! I think I'm too old for an identity crisis.)
Their wooden house is on blocks and filled with clean straw in the chicken yard. We put up a box shelter behind their house blocking the north wind. They have cracked corn and a three gallon pan of water and are probably wondering where Bob is.
I hope we can live up to their expectations, because I think Bob treated them like royalty.
(the kids are thrilled!)